Page 11 of Inadmissible
Tristan
“Mm.”
The sound of a tired moan gained my attention. I turned and looked at the woman who was clearly drunk as she rocked back and forth on the bar stool. The man trying to make his way between her legs was grinning a little bit too hard for my liking. His smile was sinister, and by the way she kept weakly pushing him back and trying to close her legs, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
“Why you acting like this, baby?” he asked, trying to grip and spread her legs again.
“I don—k-know you,” she slurred before her head bobbed forward.
“You do know me, darling. I brought you here. Remember?”
“Aye,” I called, gaining his attention. His eyes immediately widened as he took a step away from her. “Excuse me,” I called softly, hoping that would be enough to get her to focus on me.
“Hmm?” Her head tilted back, and glossy, low eyes looked back at me. They were a beautiful, shiny brown.
“Do you know this man?”
Her head shook as she frowned. “I-I got a little too drunk.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I assured her. “Do you have a room here?”
“Mhm.” When she pointed toward the crossbody bag that was wrapped around her, I opened it and got her card out. I kept the envelope that had her room number inside.
“I’m going to help you get safely to your room, okay?”
“Yeesss, sir,” she slurred, and for some reason, that made me chuckle.
The man was still standing there, as if he thought there was a chance I was going to let him take her anywhere. The only reason I didn’t haul off and punch his ass was because security was right by the entrance of the hotel bar.
“You really thought you were going to take this woman out of here? And do what? Rape her?” I asked, stepping into his space. As much as I didn’t want to come out of character, I popped him in his mouth. It wasn’t hard enough to do too much damage, but it was enough to make him stumble back and realize I was serious.
“Argh,” he roared, blood instantly dripping over his teeth. “Nah, man. It’s my bad. I got her confused with someone else.”
“But you said you brought her here, so how did you confuse her with someone else?” I asked, gripping the collar of his shirt when he tried to step back. I used my free hand to wave the security guard down. “You lucky I care about my reputation. Otherwise, I’d cut your fucking hands off and make sure you never touched a woman again.”
“Is there a problem here, Tristan?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. He was trying to take this girl out of the bar and she’s clearly drunk. She has no idea who he is.”
“I’ll take it from here. Thanks.”
With a nod, I watched as Sam led him out of the bar. I told the bartender to have my and her drinks put on my room tab before helping her off the bar.
“Uh oh.” She giggled when she stumbled, then grabbed her forehead. “I didn’t know those drinks were so strong.”
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I got you.”
I picked her up and carried her to the elevator, where we headed to the sixth floor. She smelled so good I had to hold my breath. A good smelling woman was my weakness, and it was even worse when she was beautiful and dressed well. This beauty checked all the marks, and she had the nerve to be thick as fuck too.
“Mm,” she moaned again, and when I saw her swallow, I knew what that meant.
“Can you wait until we get to your room to throw up, sweetheart? We’re literally about to get off the elevator now.”
“I-I can try,” she whined, tightening her grip around my neck. When she rested her temple against mine, that shit made my heart skip a beat. I would admit I’d do something like this for any woman in need, but there was something aboutthiswoman that made me feel weak.
Once the elevator doors opened, I quickly made my way down the hall in search of room 616.
“Mister,” she called, wiggling against me. “I don’t t-think I can hold it much longer.”
